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(Hook)
Iâm coming for them racks, racks, racks
All dressed in black, black, black
Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers
Real niggas, where you at, at, at?
I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord
To keep the devil off my back, back, back
I make em girls drop it low, low, low
Canât keep my city on my cut, cut, cut
(Verse)
Uptown rider, blunt long as a dollar
Youâs a choir boy, Iâm straight out of the jungle, surge your blocka
My youngins off the blocka, break you up something proper
Like that choppa turn yo ass in that chicken enchilada
I ainât fuckin with them niggas who wasnât fuckin with me
See how them tables turn? Fuck favors, nothing for free
Yea that bullshit, Iâm on that
My dick â yo girl on that
Word I know she ainât, she just show up everywhere I perform at
How you wanna do it boy? Iâm bout that
My team runnin out of money, I doubt that
Stuntin like mall this tall ballin, Iâm on my grizzly bitch
Iâm a niggaâs worst nightmare and a bitchâs wish
(Hook)
Iâm coming for them racks, racks, racks
All dressed in black, black, black
Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers
Real niggas, where you at, at, at?
I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord
To keep the devil off my back, back, back
I make em girls drop it low, low, low
Canât keep my city on my cut, cut, cut
(Verse)
New York City rider, full of GT vodka
Iâm sprayin in her mouth and she embrace it like banaka
And she hate it when I stop her
So never do I stop her
I just light my good and watch er
Get messy like whopper
Iâm a painful home, wreck a nigga life hurts
I turn your wife into my after the club work
You too close, my shooters show you how them slugs work
Fuckin with Millz is deadly like Magicâs bloodwork
Roll another blunt, pop another molly
Iâm with Lee, that Korean bitch is taking shots of sake
Livin sucka free, far from where them suckas be
Jehova witness blow my name
Ringin bells all up the streets
(Hook)
Iâm coming for them racks, racks, racks
All dressed in black, black, black
Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers
Real niggas, where you at, at, at?
I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord
To keep the devil off my back, back, back
I make em girls drop it low, low, low
Canât keep my city on my cut, cut, cut
Iâm coming for them racks, racks, racks
Young Money, cash money
Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers
We all 100 over here, Gâd up
I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord
To keep the devil off my back, back, back
Uptown til the casket drop, you already now
Canât keep my city on my cut, cut, cut
Millz!
- Album:
- Savage
- The Virgo Mixtape 5 (Nastier Than The Nastiest)
- Dead Presidents 2
- The Virgo 4: How Nasty Can He Get
- Property Of Potentness
- Dead Presidents (Mixtape)
- The Flood Warning (Mixtape)
- Flood Warning
- Miscellaneous
- R.O.T.S
- The Virgo Mixtape, Volume 2: He Still Nasty
- The Virgo Mixtape, Vol. 3
- The Virgo Mixtape
- The Virgo Mixtape, Vol. 2
- Dead Presidents
- Politics as Usual
- Zone Out Season 2
- The Flood
- The Time Is Now
- Streetz Melting